The Only Song I Never Sung (MS)

 The only song I never sung

was "Bluebells in the Winter".

I heard it as a dirge from my neighbour 

who spoke no trace of love or kindness.

He sang it when he was cooking cats 

or dragging a carcass 

along the bloodstained kitchen floor.


I’m not sure that was the title, 

but I’m sure of what it sounded like.  

A celebration of death, a hatred of beauty.  

The mournful cry of birds with wings pulled off,

winds blackened with ash,

his world a flightless crash.

I will never sing such a song

though it haunts my very bones.

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